Ye Nantian said, "Fine! If I lose, I'll give you a High-Grade Profound Stone and a sword-art manual."
The Little King burst out laughing. "Ye Nantian, do you think a Divine Dragon Cub and my Divine Dragon Golden Crown are worth only one High-Grade Profound Stone and a sword-art manual? Do you take the princes and noble sons of the court for paupers?"
Ye Nantian knew perfectly well that what he had offered fell far short of the Divine Dragon Cub and the Divine Dragon Golden Crown, so he drew the sword at his waist.
The battle sword left its sheath, and a purple sword ray shot skyward, piercing the clouds! "Add this Purple Cloud Flying Sword. Is that enough?"
It was indeed a rare ancient sword. Sword Essence lay within it, and sword intent surged through it. Like a purple dragon, it seemed ready to soar into the sky and vanish through the clouds at any moment.
It was a Seventh Grade Profound Weapon!
Clearly, Ye Nantian was confident enough in his martial cultivation to stake his own sword.
But to the Little King, born into the Divine Dragon King's Mansion, a Seventh Grade Profound Weapon held no appeal. He shook his head. "If one Seventh Grade Profound Weapon could buy the Divine Dragon Golden Crown on my head, wouldn't anyone be able to become a prince of the Divine Dragon King's Mansion?"
What Ye Nantian cared about most was not the Divine Dragon Golden Crown, but the Divine Dragon Cub. A creature born so extraordinary could only be encountered by chance. "Then what do you think I should put up as my wager?"
Ning Xiaochuan was curious about that too. Since the Little King had dared to offer the Divine Dragon Golden Crown as a wager, he could